The collision of two galaxies and the salivation...

The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell from whence it comes or where it is going.

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The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell from whence it comes or where it is going.

Paper Stacks, a collaboration by FiftyThree and ALLDAYEVERYDAY.

I Am the Door.